"Tell me I'm the best you've ever had." Shane says silkly, sinking down onto his husband's lap where he sat on the couch.
"Best at what?" Ilya asked, grabbing Shane's face and pulling him in for a kiss.
Shane laughed into the kiss before pulling away.
"No I don't, are you asking if you're the best I've ever had at hockey?"
Shane rolled his eyes, "I'm the only one you've ever had at hockey."
"Ah, no, not the only hockey player, but believe me moy lyubimyy, you are the best."
Ilya leaned back in for a kiss, but Shane put a hand on his chest, pulling back.
"When we got together I asked if you had slept with any other MHL players and you said that you hadn't."
Ilya seemed to recognize that the mood had been suddenly cooled off.
"I haven't, she was in the PHF, the women's league."
Here's the thing. Shane very rarely gets actually jealous. Sure he never enjoyed seeing or hearing evidence of Ilya’s active sex life that didn't involve him. But there was a part of him that understood that Ilya was with those people because he couldn't be with Shane, both physically or emotionally. Shane was not an insecure person and there was always an unacknowledged part of him that believed that if he and Ilya had be a viable relationship option then Ilya would have been his. This had been validated by the fact that as soon as they had seen it as an option Ilya had come to Shane's cottage, declared his love, and locked himself down. So.
It was just hard to feel insecure in a relationship with Ilya where he was so obviously obsessed with Shane. Where Shane very clearly enjoyed 100% of Ilya’s attention and 85% of Ilya’s time.
So true jealousy, not the play acting they did for fun, was rare for Shane. Especially now that he was the one wearing Ilya’s ring.
But something was curdling in Shane's stomach.
Ilya looked at little surprised, normally Shane did not want to hear about specific hook ups, outside the broadstrokes and if there certain sex acts he liked. The only specifics he had wanted to know was if Ilya had slept with anyone else in the league and had seemed genuinely relieved that the answer was no.
"It was Kelsey Roche, captain of the Boston Pride. She won the Isobel cup the year after I won the Stanley and we did a whole public congratulations thing."
"Why did you sleep with her?"
"Well one, have you seen her shoulders and her tits? The woman is hot. But also she and her wife told me I was her hall pass, which is also very flattering and hot thing to hear. So we fucked."
"She was a lesbian?" Shane heard his tone, okay, he heard it. It was just something about this was making his skin itch.
"Shane, my love, it is important to me that I know that you know that women can be bisexuals too."
"Shut up. I know that women can be bisexuals, I'm friends with Rose and Sveta."
"So you're cool with female bisexuals cause you have two female bisexual friends?"
"Oh my god, fuck off Ilya!"
"See, I do not think you are okay with bisexuals because this is how you talk to your bisexual husband."
"You asshole, I was just surprised because she was married to a woman. That's all."
Ilya's teasing was only half distracting Shane from the fact that how was he supposed to compare himself to a female hockey player. Like obviously he could look up her stats, but even if she was still playing, he wasn't sure she was because he knew the new Boston PWHL league team had a different captain, he'd never be able to face off against her on the ice.
"Oh my god," Ilya suddenly gasped, studying Shane's face, "you want to beat this random woman I slept with 10 years ago at hockey."
